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Cradling Mother, Cradling Woman - Fleet Foxes
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Cradling Mother, Cradling Woman Fleet Foxes

Cradling Mother, Cradling Woman - Fleet Foxes
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four

I'll run down
Lay my weight where it lies
I'll come 'round
Out in sheltering sky
Seek you out
Like I wanted it when
It was eighty-eight out
And the apricot flowers were coming in

And I feel worn, but the air is clean
And my clothes are torn, but it's right on me
Passing rain, blue white heat
Agony, not to me, it's not defeat

No one here
Say we waited our while
Good idea
Crowding out of those aisles
Nowhere near
Where I thought we would be
But one and the same
The drought and the rain to me
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